The Space Between Us

Sometimes the space between us feels un-natural, Like part of me is missing. These times I think of touching your shoulder With my finger, tracing the outline of your body With my hand. Where each curve leaves an outline I long to fill with parts of me. You are the luxurious softness I fall into. You meet me in my yearning, Pressing your softness against where I am hard. Like a hard rain pressing on a soft rose, Whose thirst absorbs the quenching rain, Drinks it in, transforms it into life. In the after-shower there is a rainbow, Colors merge into warm light. I don’t want to be your valentine, I just want to hold you in my arms forever, Press my cheek to yours and breathe your honey hair. Buried there, I can feel you pressed against me. As I touch you, a rose blossoms and The doors to Heaven Open once again.